[Verse 1] Godsmack in a straight-jacket A mac and a knife A broad's back and it's broad back at the taxi a trife Motherfucker the life lights motherfucker the lights Fuck it, it's bright as a motherfucker He right as a motherfucker The rain can't stay in those plastic canisters And the brain pan is pandering Dang, man, he keeping it tucked (what?) The nine in the space between his spine and the belt Buckle, the safety is on, fine, his rocker is offline He rocking that cap fitted, she sit in his lap kissin' The driver, he laughs, nobody see him, he gas dippin' The road slick, ass slippin' and then He hope they're paying in cash Sick of these hipster-ass kissers kissing everyone's ass but his History major, ain't doing shit with it, but what would he do Teach at the fucking new school of the arts? For a bunch of hooligan upstarts Full of themselves, not smart enough to grapple with anything real [Bridge] That's when the Jaguar emblem crashed through the driver-side window And the driver of the Jaguar's head left his body still sitting in the rental The couple all bloody, tongues punctured by each others teeth, died and didn't let go The taximan's been bisected by the hood of a car he'd never buy, probably would never drive [Verse 2] Randy was the first on the scene, seeing this, couldn't breathe for a hot sec Just transferred up from the desk, cause he thought he was ready, but he not yet Hashbrown and eggs on his shirt, and the pant leg, soon as he caught a whiff Hadn't thrown up more than once since he was a little kid and his brother made him drink a half bottle of Pine-Sol, spinal everywhere, he wrote the report as soon as he left the scene Mind all everywhere, he gotta get more booze soon or he gonna scream Time all funny when his stomach goes skydive, what year was it last? Hadn't had a drink in about five, but mama said every day was just made for sipping away, he may be slipping But hey, nobody said they was perfect [Verse 3] Randy got somebody by the collar, pistol to the face Swore he just said something 'bout his mama, say it to my face Not so funny when I got a chopper all up in your mouth Where the fucking jokes? You a comedian, man, spit it out Spit it out Spit it out Why you ain't gon' spit it out? Break a couple teeth and give him something he can spit about Blood dripping all on his wrist, boy Randy got it cold, right That Police Academy shit, he don't run from no fights He don't run from nothin' Nothing left for discussin' Scumsuckers all over drinkin', smokin', yellin' and cussin' Last week got a call 'bout some drug dealer stabbing his cousin These cats is animals, they should be in a zoo or somethin' And he protect and serve These bitches got some nerve Trying not to serve him when he keep killers off of they curbs Killers off of they streets These killers off of they minds So they can go to sleep at night and think that everything's fine He had a glass of wine to calm him down, that was a'ight Was talking to this sexy girl, half black and half white He asked her what she wanted, ordered up another pint When they told him he was cut off and all Randy saw was lights And Randy starts to cry He can't figure out why He told his sister walk, unless she stop kissing that guy She said "You ain't my dad!" He said "Bitch, catch a cab." And that's the last discussion she and Randy ever had

[Verse] Godsmack is how the wind feels On the face of Mike Winfield On his way home from the bar where he works Nights—the worst nights, don't nobody tip right And between the marriage offers and the fist fights And if another motherfucker touch his wrist Trying to pull him in to whisper He ain't making it to midnight Don't they know he got a lighter in his pocket A matchbook in his sock And a block full of charred skeletons Closeted, begging to get out He paused cause he's scared of airing out the thoughts He can taste it in his mouth, the sulfur and bitter carbon Hearing all the burning bodies shout but no That was a full lifetime ago and nobody ever has to know He has never told, well except Ronald But that don't count, he was sweet and exactly What he needed him to be at the time Wine and candlelight and nice texts at lunchtime Why had he not called Ron back? Guess there just wasn't a spark, ha! No, no, musn't joke about these things Wouldn't want to disappoint Doc Clark So many hours on the couch So many buried memories that take So many tears to get them out Water hadn't never been a friend Hold up—where had he seen that car before? Blue Acura, dent on the left rear fender Back again the sense of déjà vu Strange things you Never shake when you wake up in recovery But suddenly noticing ash is covering his head 'Cause it's raining from the sky Dials home on his cell phone and gets no reply What the fuck? Where is the babysitter that he overpays? Body takes over and brain becomes disengaged Michael is running, his house is three blocks away Adrenaline compensating for change in age Since the last time that he ran it, god dammit Mike knows he gotta get home fast as he can Looks up in the sky, glow's familiar Knows those families died with similar Awnings and on and on he keeps going Hits the corner just as he hears the explosion Screams come from the house, "Did you get them out?" Mike asking the crowd that has gathered 'round Tears running down his face There's that familiar taste He wishes it would take him to another place Son and his baby girl in his home and he can't believe That it's gone in a cloud of smoke And he's choking and running forward And hoping against hope that he might find them alive and well But he knows the results too well And he knows that he fooled himself Then he keeps walking towards the house Rather what house is still left No intention of stopping, letting the smoke take his breath Some strong arm knocks him aside Mike falls to the ground and cries Why won't you just let me die? Why won't you just let me die?